#David F Friedman

[fitsofgloom]

"Hey there, jameela, which way to the gift shop?"

[starry-eyesanddaydreams]

NSFW Alphabet - David Friedman

Time for our favourite scruffy southern detective ;)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He likes to cuddle. Leant up a bit against the headboard with you snuggled up against his side with your head on his chest and his arms around you.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He wouldn't say he particularly likes any part of his body. Only time he really considers his own body is when he notices how much various places ache from his job taking its toll. On you, it's your legs. It was the one of the first things he noticed about you and your legs have been a turn on for him ever since.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Prefers inside you.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This one's a dirty secret you share. No one can ever find out you and David once had sex in an interrogation room at the precinct.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

He's had a few partners, and he was married. He's experienced enough to know what he likes and how to please you.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Chair sex, with you straddling his lap. That way he can touch as much of you as he wants and have you nice and close.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He's not overtly goofy or anything. He has a dry humour that surface at times, especially if you two are getting a bit creative and hurried.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Shaving his face and combing his hair is about as much as he fusses with personal grooming, never mind anything else.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a rough edges with a soft centre kind of guy. He may not be romantic with words but in his actions, things like the way he looks at you, how he strokes your hair and brushes his fingers down the side of your face. Moments like that feel very intimate and romantic.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

You can't always be together, but you're good at phone sex. You love listening to the sound of him pleasuring himself.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He likes handcuffing you to the bed. Sometimes he'll let you put the cuffs on him. Like the time you cuffed him to a chair so he couldn't touch you while you gave him a lap dance. Satin and lace. The world he spends most of his time in is hard, bitter and ugly and he likes when he can distance himself from it. Part of that is he likes seeing his lover wrapped up in something soft, silky and pretty like lace lingerie or a satin nightgown.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Pretty much anywhere at home. And the back seat of his car.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you wear tight pencil skirts and heels. He loves the way it makes your ass and legs look.

When you pull him in by his tie to kiss him.

Sass. Whether it’s aimed at him or someone else, he loves when you bust out the sassiness.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

No knife or gun play.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He prefers to receive, but he will go down on you if you want him too. Not that he doesn't like it, he just thinks he's more skilled with his hands.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Kind of in the middle. He likes to take his time before he goes hard.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Sometimes you have to take advantage of time and/or place. A favourite is before work or if you can both get away during a lunch break or something.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

He's pretty happy with how things are, but if something gets him or you curious, he's usually willing to try it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Twice. He lasts a decent amount of time, and he's thorough on the foreplay.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nothing that he'd gotten himself. But he did find the vibrator you had from before you got together and asked you to use it while he watched.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He'd say he's not trying to tease, he's just enjoying himself. But the effect on you is the same.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Mid-range. Grunts and gasps.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

David’s job has him seeing the worst sides of humanity almost every day. He’s built up a hard shell, but it does still get to him, it hurts him, makes him angry and scared. He’s trying not to drown his feelings in a bottle so much. Instead he’ll bury himself inside you. Holding you tight, skin to skin, breath in your scent, brings him a feeling of peace and safety like nothing else.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Average length but thick.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Pretty high. A combination of love for you, personal tension and wanting to make up for the times he's not there, you have a lot of sex.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He’s got a bit of insomnia, so it usually takes him a while to fall asleep. Having you tucked up against him helps and listening to you breath and feeling your heartbeat helps lull him enough to sleep.

[oldshowbiz]

A Far Out Trip Thru a Hard Rock Tunnel

[atomic-chronoscaph]

TGIF

[doubtfultaste]

[mariocki]

She Freak (1967)

"There are only two kinds of freaks, ladies and gentlemen: those created by God and those made by men. I guess both of them had a hand in what you see here."

[gotankgo]

currently watching That's Sexploitation! (2013) featuring David F. Friedman and Frank Henenlotter

[barejunk]

You like movies about making movies? Producer extraordinaire, David F. Friedman, brings you the opposite of gore! A beautiful Vinegar Syndrome release...

[brotherconstant]

SUCCESSION (2018-2023) 1.09 | 4.04

I remember when we were shooting that scene, it's not in the edit, but when I was looking at Frank and Karl, played by the amazing Peter Friedman and David Rasche, when I said, "A few times," the two of them looked at each other every take and they rolled their eyes. Every time they did it, it was so beautiful, because they know "a few times" is so f---ing vague, but they also know that I'm right. They don't f---ing believe Stewy, so rage was coming. When it comes to, "Who me, Frank?" it was a pinpoint. I f---ing hate you. I think Stewy hates Frank.

[fitsofgloom]

Dodge the zombie, dig the quicksand

Duck the burning village eyes

'Til the sun lies dying then

Spank that tom-tom til it cries

[evans23]

Cherished love

Pairing : David Friedman x Reader OC

Summary : David had dived into his work to forget his loneliness. It was before you. With you in his life, he knows he could face everything, yet, he's afraid to lose you. Until you gift him with your innocence, making him understand that he was the one and you were his.

Tag(s)/Warning(s) : Smut. Age gap. @liviacarol88-blog ; @eccentricchick

A/N : Hello dear 😁 It took me a while, but here David's version of him and virgin reader. Enjoy and don't forget, requests are open ! =)

Lionel's version is here - Sinclair's version is here

Also read on AO3

David was excited, even though he didn't let his joy shine off too much. After all, He was a grumpy and disillusioned man and you knew that and what you had to deal with when you chose to commit yourself into a relationship with him. And more than knowing that, you were in love with him for his greatest happiness, although he still couldn't figure out how a beautiful and smart girl like you could have fallen in love with him.

You had met him thanks to one of your friends who appeared to be his colleague. Of course, she wasn't a policewoman or a detective or anything like that, just the pretty and kind receptionist who knew all the precinct gossip and had the need to peddle the latest rumors while meddling in the business of others. 

Truth be told, David wasn't particularly keen on being his friend but Philippa, your friend, wasn't one to be deterred and the secrecy surrounding David had attracted her attention as soon as she started her job there. Or at least, the introverted character of the man because she learned very quickly how his ex-wife had cheated on him with one of his friends, Matty. 

Because Philippa couldn't bear such a betrayal, she made it her mission to cheer up the grumpy, sarcastic, and hard-working detective at all costs. 

David was monosyllable when he answered her intrusive questions and his dark looks when she pushed him too far in his entrenchment never succeeded in intimidating her. She was such a force of nature and she fathomed quite quickly David was too and what he utterly needed was a woman in his life. A good one, not one of those who couldn't stand a man with internal struggles but who also had a deep mind full of thought about life. He also needed someone who could understand his busy life, his hectic schedule and the fact he couldn't be at home each night for dinner. To top it off, the girl had to be able to cope with his sarcasm, his moody temper and overall, who would be able to take in immediately how the world in which he was living was dark and let him with images of horror that, during too long, had him pour his sorrow into alcohol. 

And she knew the perfect girl for that. You, of course ! You and your many contradictions, your own deep struggles, you were, like him, an introvert, your mind was sharp and also full of sarcasm but contrary to the detective, you were a kind, smiling person who tried her best to stand despite the curve balls life had thrown you and for Philippa, it meant a lot about the true you. No one could be as kind as you were without a great deal of wisdom. Or at least, a really big soft heart. 

Therefore, her second mission started immediately after she arrived to this conclusion that you were the perfect match for David. It was to convince you to meet him. She was surprised to realise how easy it had been. She was used to you refusing to meet anyone she desperately wanted you to go out with. Yet, the loneliness surrounding you had taken its toll on your morale and you trust Philippa enough to know she wouldn't introduce you to him if she wasn't sure you could have some good chemistry with David.

Her third mission was the most complicated one. To convince David. Of course, she didn't succeed but when she saw you eventually becoming dismissive at the idea of meeting a man who seemed not interested at all, she thought harder, faster, and finally came up with the perfect plan. The Police Ball. An annual party during which everyone working for the precinct was invited and with the permission to bring a plus one. 

Normally, David never participated in that kind of event, but he was... a little bit punished for having misbehaved towards his nemesis : Matty. In fact, both of them had fought over a random topic, but quickly the tone had risen between the both of them and they came to blows. To be true, just one blow. From David. But in his defense, it was after having dodged Matty's fist. So, in his opinion, it had just been a fair game to give the man a taste of his own medicine. If Matty wasn't able to avoid the punch wasn't the fault of David after all. 

As a matter of course, their boss didn't see things like that, therefore, Matty had to be there all alone to catch up on his late administrative work and David... well David just had to be there, his boss knew it was enough punishment for him as the man hated this stupid party thing and would normally be on patrol or pouring over a case in the Evidence Room. And actually, it was what he was doing when you first met him. He was sitting at his desk, working on a new case. 

You were the plus one of Philippa, but the girl was so occupied batting her eyelashes at a newbie who could have been her son that she had totally forgotten about you. And funny enough, you who were thinking about taking a French leave, you bumped into the detective who didn't want to be put on a blind date with you. He groaned an apologize, ready to pass by you without even acknowledging you telling him you were the one not looking where you were going, but when he looked up at you, he found himself, mesmerised by you. 

Not that you were a great beauty, even though you were a really pretty girl in his eyes, but something about you just drew him in you. Of course, David was a rational man who didn't believe in love at first sight. Neither were you. But both of you had to admit that something happened that day. After one hour, he asked you if you wanted to go out for dinner without caring about his boss wanting him to be there. Anyway, he wouldn't notice David's absence as all his pores were breathing alcohol and if he tried to threaten the scruffy detective, David would have shown him the pictures he had taken, which wouldn't be great for the reputation of the precinct. 

After that day, you met several times, first in public places and later in his place where he cooked for you. To your surprise, David was quite a good cook, which was great as the only thing you were able to prepare was pasta. Butter pasta. That was it. 

Six months later, frustrated to not have you around when he came back from work or just having someone to speak with and wind down after a tough day at work, he asked you to move in with him in his secluded house. You would always remember with a kind fondness how he tried hard to impede his smile from being too large when you said yes in the nick of a time without even thinking twice about it.

And here you were, unboxing your last items, a good bunch of books that you stored on the shelves David had built up for you, while he was desperately trying to make some more room in his wardrobe for your too many clothes.

"Do you really need so many dresses ? And what about all these pants ? I've never seen you wearing a pant since we are together," he grumbled, moving his shirts to another shelf. 

"Of course, I need all that stuff. If it wasn't the case, I wouldn't have brought it with me," you answered pragmatically. 

He muttered indistinctly something that could have been "Ah ! Women !" which made you smile. You knew that despite his moody exterior and his rough edges, inside David was a soft heart. At least for you, yet it was all that matters. You had waited for long enough to find the one you wanted to be with and you were grateful it was David as he had everything you were looking for in a man.

With him, you always felt protected, but at the same time, his presence wasn't overwhelming. He was possessive without being on your back all the time. You were free to go out without having to ask for his permission and he didn't mind when you were out with your girlfriends for the night. His possessiveness was directed towards the other men. You knew he's gone through a difficult time with alcohol but also his wife cheating on him when he was so low. You could understand his need to put a hand on your hips or a kiss on your cheeks, which was totally out of character for him when you were in public, each time a man was looking at you with too much eagerness. 

"Here we are," said happily David, "everything's done and dusted," he added proudly, showing you the room he managed to free for the rest of your clothes.

"You're the best," you said, pecking his check before moving towards the living room to grab another box full of clothes.

David looked at you with affection, his heart swelled with love for you while you were moving with ease in his house, your house, as if you had always lived here. "And it's the case now," thought David with a Cheshire smile. 

As the night settled down, you were leaning up in his arms, watching a movie. At least, David was watching a movie, your mind was too busy with something else to really focus on what was going on on the screen. Indeed, little did David know that you kept a secret. Nothing really terrible, yet, at almost 35, it was quite terrifying to admit it out loud. Should he really have to know ? You had weighed the pros and cons several times and yet again tonight. After all, you had read enough books to know what to do. And you've seen enough movies too. Wasn't Game of Thrones the best teacher in that matter ? 

You sensed David's hand playing with the hem of the shorts you wore for sleeping and you knew what he wanted. He had tried to initiate something once but you had come up with the excuse you had your period and he didn't insist. After that, you were afraid to have put a damper on your relationship, but the next time you saw him, he acted as usual. He tried another time, but for your relief, you had been interrupted by a call from David's office. He was on-call that day and had to leave. You had waited for him that day, promising yourself to tell him the truth, but he came back in the early morning while you were asleep in his bed and when you woke up, he was the one sleeping soundly.

After that, he tried again, but in a more subtle way. David was not stupid. He also was a detective and for God's sake a good one ! He had understood something was weighing on your mind each time he wanted to take the plunge of the intimate step. Also, a little joke from Matty, who had managed to avoid being knocked down this time, had made his wheel's mind turn at full speed during one of his shifts.

That day, David was in quite a mood. You were sick with the flu and weren't able to accompany him to another work party, another one he had to be because he normally was working as he had fallen behind on his administrative work. That little rascal of Matty had taken advantage of David's ex-wife absence who was in the loo to provoke the detective. Matty was a little bit drunk and if he had promised his ex-wife to make more effort to be at least cordial with her new husband, only out of a remain of kindness for her but also because after all, no matter her betrayal, she was still the mother of his only daughter and if he had to be honest, he was such a dick at the time she chose to cheat on him with his colleague and best friend, he couldn't bear hearing that stupid jerk talking about you.

It wasn't the first time he teased you by talking about you in a way David didn't like, but that night, it was the last straw that broke the camel's back. 

"Friedman, what a mood," he had said, clapping his hand on the back of David.

David had tried his best to ignore him. After all, he knew what it was to be too drunk to think correctly and Matty's mind was probably more hazy than usual that night. 

"You didn't get to fuck your little mouse yet ?"

David had got up so fast that his chair had fallen down with a resonating sound. There was no one around his cramped office and while he was deciding if it was worth throwing a blow to the total asshole in front of him, Matty's found it uproarious to add that with his partner they had bet that either you were playing with him or you were a virgin.

It's when David lashed out, but fortunately for him, he missed Matty who ducked his fit with agility before poking with no grace his head against David's desk. David had to suppress a laugh, even though he managed to blow a malicious and almost vile "It serves you right". 

However, Matty's words that night had taken a toll on David's mind. He never thought of you as the kind of woman who could deceive someone and after a few days of keeping a close eye on your behavior either with him or others, his detective instinct had arrived to the conclusion you weren't playing with him and his feelings. So, could that idiot of Matty be right ? 

The more time was passing, the more David was sure it was the case. He subtly asked you some questions to find out if it could be for religious purposes and for his biggest relief as he didn't want to get into another marriage, he discovered you weren't an extremist believer. He had seen you reading some shitty literature like 50 Nuances of Grey or After and when he had told you those books were nothing more than rubbish, you had surprised him by telling him to shut up and read his annoying thriller books while you were enjoying Christian and Anastasia getting laid. 

It's probably that day when you were reading without any shame your erotic book exclusively written for women that he was quite sure, for his greatest disappointment, that Matty was right. To think it was just a stupid joke from his nemesis who had only said that to annoy him made David's desire to make the man lose some teeth bigger. 

Yet, he had decided to be patient with you and let you come to him. However, things were becoming hotter and hotter between you that night and you didn't say anything yet. Your breath caught in your throat when he asked you if you wanted to move into the bedroom. You nodded with anticipation. It wouldn't be the first time you were to sleep with him but it would be your first time. You had decided that when you arrived this morning with all your stuff. You had also made up your mind to keep the silence. David didn't need to know. He probably wouldn't notice it and you were sure you could manage the pain. 

So, when he kissed you avidly, you answered back with pizazz, claiming his lips as well as his hands were claiming your hips. David threw you in one swift motion over his shoulders, making you giggle. When his hand found your ass, you felt a fire setting ablaze your whole body. You were ready for him and even him could feel it.

He gently threw you over the bed, skimming your face just to be sure. He wasn't sure if he should tell you he had some suspicions about your virginity. After all, if he was wrong, he would have looked quite stupid. Instead, he leaned over you, reveling in the sensation both of you were igniting in each other. His hand found your ass again while you took off his shirt. He deftly did the same with yours with one hand while the other one was patting your butt. 

When his hand tickled your hips, passing through the waistband of your underwear, he felt you stiffen. He momentarily stopped, waiting for you to say something, but you did as if it was nothing more than a shiver due to the sheer passion between us.

David leaned on his forearms, imprisoning you with his tall frame. He looked you in the eyes, seeing nothing but love and a glint of excitement. He kissed softly your lips and the tip of your nose, caressing your cheek with the tip of his fingers in an attempt to ease you a little bit.

"I know," he whispered.

You looked up at him with confusion.

"What ?" you asked with a frown.

"I know," he simply repeated. 

He kissed you tenderly, whereas you tried to figure out what he could know, but he didn't let you muster up too much about it as he told you without telling you that he knew you were still a pure little thing but he would take care of you in every sense of the word.

"Don't be afraid. Relax. I promise you to be gentle, love."

You closed your eyes, a bit ashamed that his detective's gut had sorted out your secret case. 

"Hey, don't be embarrassed," said David while you blushed profusely/

"But it is so embarrassing," you muttered. 

"Why ?" he genuinely asked.

"Because I'm so old !" you answered quite dramatically. 

David laughed, telling you that he was ten years older than you and, if you saw yourself as old, then he definitively was a grandfather. 

"Do you see me as your grandfather here ?" he asked, a bit concerned after his little joke. 

"Absolutely no, David ! I see you as my partner. My lover."

"Good. Then, now that we are on the same wavelength, tell me why you are so embarrassed ? Did you plan to not let me know at all ? Because I would have noticed it you know."

"Really ?" you asked as if it was your plan from the beginning, "because I thought you wouldn't be able to fathom it in any way."

"Oh love, you're so innocent sometimes."

In fact, on that matter you were, but you didn't say anything, not wanting to put a damper on the intimacy of the moment.

"Is it a disappointment for you ?" you asked coyly.

"A disappointment ?" asked David while his nose was stroking yours.

"Yes, you know... I'm not really experienced here except for what I read..."

"Yes, and your books won't be of any help as you are not able to read something really good on that topic," he cut you off to tease you.

You let out a little chuckle, reassured to see him take the whole thing as if it was nothing to worry about. Actually, it was nothing to worry about. You were the one to make a big thing of nothing. 

"To be totally honest with you, [Y/N], I find it... arousing."

"Really ?"

"Oh yes, you're always full of surprises but this one is one of your best."

You sighed, the fear of what you thought could pushed him away leaving your mind. 

"We will take it slowly. I must prepare you correctly. I'm sure even in your shitty book they talk about that," he said with a predatory smile.

In one swift motion, he yanked down your panties, and almost immediately, his nose came against your little bundle of nerves. You almost let out a cry when you felt his tongue playing between your folds, trying to find a way towards your entrance.

"Don't hold back, love," said David, "I want to hear that pretty mouth of yours moaning under my touch and I promise you that at the end of it, you will be screaming my name."

Your body bristled at his words, the promise of what the night would bring you making you eager to get more of him. Spurred by the little noises you emitted, David worked harder to pleasure you. His hooked nose was pushing deliciously on your clit while his tongue was now dancing inside you. With two more strokes, you purred his name, your hand in his hair, in a vain attempt to ground you while you reached your climax.

"Oh, my god," you said, still high.

"No, it's just David here," he said playfully, licking his lips which were drenched with your wetness.

He told you how tasty he thought you were, making you blush more while he genuinely laughed, a feeling of exhilaration coursing through his body at the sight of you, all vulnerable and shy, accepting to be in this position for him and only for him. 

"I love you," he said without really thinking about it.

You looked at him with surprise. David was so reserved that you didn't even imagine he would be the first to say the words. But here it was, the words were reasoning through your head and as you saw a flicker of anguish in David's eyes to have let it slip his mouth, you kissed him with hunger before whispering against his lips how much you were in love with him too.

"I've been waiting for you for so long David. Believe me when I said you're the one."

It wasn't difficult to believe for the detective as you were on the verge of gifting him your virginity. David wasn't a backward person and little did he pay attention to such a trivial thing, yet, he couldn't prevent himself from feeling honoured. And with that, a feeling of pride and happiness was mingling in him. Pride to be your first one and, as he was ready to do all of what was in his power to keep you beside him until death decides otherwise, he thrived even more at the idea of being your last one. 

You shot him a confused glance when he got up, but smiled at his thoughtfulness when you saw him grab a condom. You didn't take the pill as it wasn't recommended for you and David wasn't sure if you had taken the time to make an appointment with your gynecologist to obtain another contraception. 

"You still want it ?" he asked after having taken off his pants and put on the condom.

"Yes, David."

"If you need me to stop or anything else, tell me ok ? I cannot guess, you have to communicate with me."

You nodded but he ordered you to answer him verbally. 

"I must hear the words [Y/N], always. Your comfort is what matters the most here."

"Yes, David. I will communicate with you. I promise.

He smirked, pecking sweetly your lips while placing his cock in front of your entrance. You felt the tip of his dick teased you, yet David wasn't moving. 

"Do you want to help me ?" he proposed to you.

He wanted to involve you in the whole thing, to make you feel at ease, to help you to relax as he could feel the tension growing, even though it was mixed with the remanence of your first orgasm and the terrific happiness you were experiencing. 

"Doing what ?" you asked with confusion.

Apparently, your books didn't teach you everything. David delicately took your hand to pose it on his shaft. He moved your hand back and forth around his length, smirking as if you didn't dare to press your fingers around it, probably in fear of hurting him. He pressed his own fingers around yours to stroke it thrice before feeling ready. He released your hand with a kiss on the back of it, then he placed himself between your legs, surveying your eyes to see any signs of discomfort while he was approaching slowly to your entrance.

"Are you still sure ?" he asked, his eyes darkened with desire.

He didn't know what he would do if you said no, but fortunately for him, you told him you wanted him inside you more than anything, and it was enough to let him enter you in one swift motion. You were so wet that it had been easy. He still for a moment, letting you the time to adjust to his cock. You were so tight that he wasn't sure he could last for long. 

Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his hips, relishing in the warmth of him inside you. When he began to move, you couldn't prevent a soft hiss to escape your lips.

"Are you alright, love ?" he enquired with trepidation.

"Yes... yes," you managed to stutter, "continue," you urged him.

You were in a little pain but you didn't want him to stop. You knew it would ebb away, and indeed, when David carefully removed, then pushed back himself inside you, you felt something new, something you didn't know was there. You moaned softly when he hit your sensitive spot and quickly, you moved your hips in pace with David, meeting him with each thrust. 

Your tight walls contracted around his shaft, making him moan against your neck while your nails scratched his back. 

"[Y/N]," groaned David in a husky tone.

He wouldn't last long, he knew it, yet he was desperate to make you come before him. He left a trail of kisses along your throat until your breasts, then he started to gently bite one of your nipples, making you cry of pleasure.

"David, don't stop please," you begged him.

"[Y/N]... [Y/N]... Haaa... [Y/N]..."

David released inside you with a loud groan, your inside clenching deliciously around him. Breathless, he moved off of you which made you hiss with a mixture of pain and disappointment at the emptiness inside your cunt.

David gave you a lingering kiss, praising you and how well you did. But soon, a doubt came up in his mind.

"[Y/N]," he said while you cuddled up into his arms, "did you come ?"

You hesitated but chose not to lie to him.

"No," you admitted, "but I did the first time," you added quickly in a vain attempt to reassure him. 

"Sorry, love," he said genuinely, really contrite not to have been able to contain himself for a little bit more.  

"It's fine," you said with a sigh of contentment.

"Absolutely not !" he answered sharply, "I swear you would scream my name and you will !"

And with that, as if he was appointed with the highest mission, he hovered above you, kissing your face all over while his thumb found your clit. He delicately circled your little bud while his first finger aptly entered into you, making you moan. He added his middle finger, his thumb still stroking your clitoris and his mouth now sucking one of your nipples, then the other one. 

He scissored you with his fingers, careful to not hurt you after having been inside you. He didn't escape his sharp eyes that you had bled a little bit and again, the simple thought filled his ego with a sort of pride to having claimed you as his. 

Everything was new for both of you. You were discovering the pleasure of the flesh while David was learning how to please you in a new way. It was the first time he dealt with a virgin. Even his wife wasn't one when he started dating her. Therefore, besides being patient and thoughtful with you, he had to discover what excited you, what were your sensitive spots and how to finish you.

He remembered the lovely sound you made when his cock had hit a peculiar point while your inside rippled around him and he tried to find it again. He didn't have to try too hard before you moaned as you did before. 

"Faster... David, please, faster," you managed to say, your eyes closed.

"Open your eyes," he ordered you, "I want to see you when you come."

"David," you moaned again, obeying him.

His hazel eyes dived into your green one, his mouth working hard to leave some bruises on your neck, his fingers thrusting your inside faster, his thumb still playing with your bud of flesh.

"David," you said again, arching your back to push your hips towards his fingers.

"Yes love, let it go," he encouraged you, feeling you were almost done.

You unconsciously slid a tad to the side, permitting him to hit more easily that sensitive spot of yours and, with a more powerful thrust of his two fingers against it, you finally came hard around his fingers.

"DAVID !" you cried out loudly.

A smug on his face, David removed his fingers to hold you tightly against his chest while you slowly came down from your high.

He gently kissed your forehead, looking at you with love.

"How do you feel ?" he asked.

"I'm happy," you answered.

He smiled widely, a smile that no one before had witnessed on his face. 

"Are you sore ?" he asked with concern after he had finished to relish in the afterglow of your encounter. 

When no answer came from you, he looked down and his features softened at the sight of you asleep in his arms. He felt an urge of love, stronger than before, knowing that you felt safe enough to abandon yourself to him in the sheer of a passionate encounter and then to fall soundly asleep between his strong arms. 

With precautions, he moved you to let you lay comfortably against the cushions. He kissed a lingering kiss on your forehead before getting up to go in the bathroom. He cleaned himself with a wet towel, then he came back to you with another one and with precaution, he washed away your cum which had mingled with a bit of blood. 

"I fell asleep," you almost apologised.

"Indeed," David said with a chuckle, "sorry to have awoken you, but I thought you would be more comfortable if I cleaned you."

You gave him a shy smile, aware that as if to prove you hadn't deceived him, you had tainted his white sheets. 

"Do not worry about that," said David following your embarrassed gaze, "I don't care at all."

You smiled more confidently, relishing in the feeling of his callous hands taking care of your pained body.

"Are you hurt ?" asked David who felt you shiver against his touch when he inadvertently brushed the back of his hand against your swelled pussy.

"Yes. But in a good way, so to speak," you reassured him.

"Do you want us to take a hot bath ?"

"No. I just want to stay in your arms. I'm going to fall asleep again," you admitted.

You didn't have to ask twice for him to lay beside you. He pulled you against him, holding you firmly against his chest.

"Thank you, [Y/N]," he whispered against your hair.

"For what ?" you asked sleepily.

"For trusting me. For accepting me entirely. For being mine." 

You looked up at him from your spot, and your hand cupped his cheek. You brushed his light stubble before you straightened up to kiss him. 

"I love you, David."

You leaned back, your head against his chest and his heartbeat lulled you away. David, who suffered from insomnia, stayed awake a little bit longer, taking pleasure to have your sleepy form in his arms. 

For the first time in a long time, he felt more alive than ever. It's been a long time since he had something to lose in his life, but he knew it was what made life more beautiful. And you, definitely, were the most beautiful thing life could have offered to him. 

[dailyanarchistposts]

F.6 Is “anarcho”-capitalism against the state?

No. Due to its basis in private property, “anarcho”-capitalism implies a class division of society into bosses and workers. Any such division will require a state to maintain it. However, it need not be the same state as exists now. Regarding this point, “anarcho”-capitalism plainly advocates “defence associations” to protect property. For the “anarcho”-capitalist these private companies are not states. For anarchists, they most definitely. As Bakunin put it, the state “is authority, domination, and force, organised by the property-owning and so-called enlightened classes against the masses.” [The Basic Bakunin, p. 140] It goes without saying that “anarcho”-capitalism has a state in the anarchist sense.

According to Murray Rothbard [Society Without A State, p. 192], a state must have one or both of the following characteristics:

He makes the same point elsewhere. [The Ethics of Liberty, p. 171] Significantly, he stresses that “our definition of anarchism” is a system which “provides no legal sanction” for aggression against person and property rather than, say, being against government or authority. [Society without a State, p. 206]

Instead of this, the “anarcho”-capitalist thinks that people should be able to select their own “defence companies” (which would provide the needed police) and courts from a free market in “defence” which would spring up after the state monopoly has been eliminated. These companies “all … would have to abide by the basic law code,” [Op. Cit., p. 206] Thus a “general libertarian law code” would govern the actions of these companies. This “law code” would prohibit coercive aggression at the very least, although to do so it would have to specify what counted as legitimate property, how said can be owned and what actually constitutes aggression. Thus the law code would be quite extensive.

How is this law code to be actually specified? Would these laws be democratically decided? Would they reflect common usage (i.e. custom)? “Supply and demand”? “Natural law”? Given the strong dislike of democracy shown by “anarcho”-capitalists, we think we can safely say that some combination of the last two options would be used. Murray Rothbard argued for “Natural Law” and so the judges in his system would “not [be] making the law but finding it on the basis of agreed-upon principles derived either from custom or reason.” [Op. Cit., p. 206] David Friedman, on the other hand, argues that different defence firms would sell their own laws. [The Machinery of Freedom, p. 116] It is sometimes acknowledged that non-“libertarian” laws may be demanded (and supplied) in such a market although the obvious fact that the rich can afford to pay for more laws (either in quantity or in terms of being more expensive to enforce) is downplayed.

Around this system of “defence companies” is a free market in “arbitrators” and “appeal judges” to administer justice and the “basic law code.” Rothbard believes that such a system would see “arbitrators with the best reputation for efficiency and probity” being “chosen by the various parties in the market” and “will come to be given an increasing amount of business.” Judges “will prosper on the market in proportion to their reputation for efficiency and impartiality.” [Op. Cit., p. 199 and p. 204] Therefore, like any other company, arbitrators would strive for profits with the most successful ones would “prosper”, i.e. become wealthy. Such wealth would, of course, have no impact on the decisions of the judges, and if it did, the population (in theory) are free to select any other judge. Of course, the competing judges would also be striving for profits and wealth — which means the choice of character may be somewhat limited! — and the laws which they were using to guide their judgements would be enforcing capitalist rights.

Whether or not this system would work as desired is discussed in the following sections. We think that it will not. Moreover, we will argue that “anarcho”-capitalist “defence companies” meet not only the criteria of statehood we outlined in section B.2, but also Rothbard’s own criteria for the state. As regards the anarchist criterion, it is clear that “defence companies” exist to defend private property; that they are hierarchical (in that they are capitalist companies which defend the power of those who employ them); that they are professional coercive bodies; and that they exercise a monopoly of force over a given area (the area, initially, being the property of the person or company who is employing the company). Not only that, as we discuss in section F.6.4 these “defence companies” also matches the right-libertarian and “anarcho”-capitalist definition of the state. For this (and other reasons), we should call the “anarcho”-capitalist defence firms “private states” — that is what they are — and “anarcho”-capitalism “private state” capitalism.

[beardedmrbean]

A former Trump-era adviser to the U.S. ambassador to Israel is calling on Michigan Gov. Gretchen Whitmer to resign after she "embarrassed herself" while responding to the terrorist attacks on Israel.

In an early morning post to social media on Sunday, Aryeh Lightstone, who served as a senior adviser to former U.S. Ambassador to Israel David Friedman from 2017 to 2021, took aim at Whitmer for her comments following the Iranian-backed Hamas terrorist attacks on Israel.

"I have been in touch with communities impacted by what’s happening in the region. It is abhorrent. My heart is with all those impacted. We need peace in this region," Whitmer wrote on X, with no mention of Israel.

"I hosted you for Thanksgiving in Israel just a few years ago. I am embarrassed for you and by you & disappointed that I opened my home and my family to you," Lightstone responded to Whitmer.

GOV. WHITMER ROASTED OVER SLOW, 'GOBBLEDEGOOK' RESPONSE TO HAMAS ATTACKS ON ISRAEL: 'SAY THEIR NAMES'

Elaborating on his comments, Lightstone — who's in Israel witnessing the conflict as it unfolds — told Fox News Digital he was shocked by the "fraudulent nature" of Whitmer's response.

"The job of a leader is to know the difference between right and wrong. The job of a politician is apparently to say nothing, and she demonstrated that she's a politician," he said.

"She watched this happen in real time. And to watch women and children be kidnapped and raped and murdered, and to not be able to say something? She should resign immediately," Lightstone said of Whitmer.

Lightstone said he hosted Whitmer, her husband, and 25 other Michigan residents at his home in Israel for a Thanksgiving meal in 2019, when the governor had the opportunity to witness first-hand the ongoing conflict taking place in the country.

"She was in Israel. She saw what happened. She went to the border. She saw the people," he said. "I'm a Republican… but she wanted a place for Thanksgiving and every American should have a place to go for Thanksgiving. So I welcomed her into my home and I invited 25 Michiganders at my expense to host them."

Lightstone said he and the governor spoke about the U.S.-Israel relationship and ways to strengthen it.

Following the pushback she received from the tweet, Whitmer made another post on Saturday in which she included Israel's name.

"The images that continue to come out of Israel on the anniversary of the Yom Kippur War are devastating. The loss of lives in Israel –children and families – is absolutely heartbreaking and appalling," the governor said in her follow-up post on X. "There is no justification for violence against Israel. My support is steadfast."

Asked about Whitmer's follow-up tweet, Lightstone said he believes she only shared it because she was "embarrassed for herself."

"There's only two sides of this. There's a right side and a wrong side. She chose the wrong side," he said. "I don't think she's a bad person. I just think she's a politician."

Whitmer's office did not immediately respond to Fox News Digital's request for comment.

During his conversation with Fox, Lightstone also underscored his work to strengthen the U.S.-Israel relationship while serving with Friedman. Specifically, he touted the Abraham Accords, which were negotiated by the Trump administration and first signed in 2020. The agreements secured diplomatic relations between four Muslim-majority countries with Israel, including the United Arab Emirates, Bahrain, Morocco and Sudan.

"Israel is resilient, Israel is strong, but Israel is going through the worst day in its history. Saying anything short of that is mischaracterizing the day. It's the worst day in Israel's history," Lightstone said.

"Israel has never asked for and never will ask for a single American troop on the ground here," he added, highlighting the need for other means of support for Israel. "Every one of these people chanting 'death to Israel' finishes the sentence with 'death to America.'"

Lightstone also attempted to throw cold water on reports that suggested Israel was not united in its efforts to combat terrorists in the region.

"It was reported that in the last nine months that Israel is deeply divided. Israel is not deeply divided. Israel is fully and totally united," he said. "The people of the United States of America, I believe, strongly love Israel."

He also noted that there "can be no whataboutism" about the situation taking place in Israel.

"There is no parallel. This is not a competition between two sides that both have merit. One is a side of animals and the other is the side of democracy. This is the clearest distinction I've seen in my life since 9/11," he said.

[clementinecompendium]

To Be Read July 2023

The Mind

The Molecule of More: How a Single Chemical in Your Brain Drives Love, Sex, and Creativity―and Will Determine the Fate of the Human Race by Daniel Z. Lieberman & Michael E. Long

The Brain: A Very Short Introduction by Michael O'Shea

Consciousness: A Very Short Introduction by Susan Blackmore

The Mind-Gut Connection: How the Hidden Conversation Within Our Bodies Impacts Our Mood, Our Choices, and Our Overall Health by Emeran Mayer MD

Trick Mirror: Reflections on Self-Delusion by Jia Tolentino

Sensitive is the New Strong: The Power of Empaths in an Increasingly Harsh World by Anita Moorjani

The Highly Sensitive Person by Elaine Aron

Laziness Does Not Exist by Devon Price Ph.D.

Wired to Create: Unraveling the Mysteries of the Creative Mind by Scott Barry Kaufman & Carolyn Gregoire

The Body Keeps the Score: Brain, Mind, and Body in the Healing of Trauma by Bessel A. van der Kolk

Music & The Mind (Art Philosophy, Aesthetics, Neuroaesthetics)

Saved by a Song: The Art and Healing Power of Songwriting by Mary Gauthier

The Song Machine: Inside the Hit Factory by John Seabrook

This is What it Sounds Like: What the Music You Love Says About You by Ogi Ogas & Susan Rogers

Why You Like It: The Science and Culture of Musical Taste by Nolan Gasser

The Story of Music: From Babylon to the Beatles: How Music Has Shaped Civilization by Howard Goodall

Of Sound Mind: How Our Brain Constructs a Meaningful Sonic World by Nina Kraus

Aesthetics: A Very Short Introduction by Bence Nanay

Equipment for Living: On Poetry and Pop Music by Michael Robbins

How Music Works by David Byrne

General Non-Fiction / History / Science

The Russian Revolution: A Very Short Introduction by S. A. Smith

The French Revolution: A Very Short Introduction by William Doyle

Linguistics: A Very Short Introduction by P. H. Matthews

Mathematics: A Very Short Introduction by Timothy Gowers

After the End of Art: Contemporary Art and the Pale of History by Arthur C. Danto

Flappers by Judith Mackrell

Marketing for Dummies, 6th edition by Jeanette McMurty MBA

Sinatra: The Chairman by James Kaplan

Get Happy: The Life of Judy Garland by Gerald Clarke

Self-Improvement

Self-Compassion: The Proven Power of Being Kind to Yourself by Dr. Kristin Neff

Self Compassion for Dummies by by Steven Hickman PsyD (in progress)

The Nice Girl Syndrome: Stop Being Manipulated and Abused -- and Start Standing Up for Yourself by Beverly Engel

The Assertiveness Guide for Women: How to Communicate Your Needs, Set Healthy Boundaries & Transform Your Relationships by Julie de Azevedo Hanks, PhD, LCSW

Anatomy of a Breakthrough: How to Get Unstuck When it Matters Most by Adam Alter

Fierce Self-Compassion: How Women Can Harness Kindness to Speak Up, Claim Their Power, and Thrive by Kristin Neff PhD

The Art of Possibility by Rosamund Stone Zander

Be Angry: The Dalai Lama on What Matters Most by His Holiness the Dalai Lama,

Anger: The Conflicted History of an Emotion by Barbara H. Rosenwein

The Power of Fun: How to Feel Alive Again by Catherine Price

In Awe: Rediscover Your Childlike Wonder to Unleash Inspiration, Meaning, and Joy by John O'Leary

Creating a Life That Matters: How to Live and Love with Meaning and Purpose by Manis Friedman & Rivka Goldstein 

Fiction

Babel by R. F. Kuang

The Last Bookshop in London by Madeline Martin

A Journey to the Center of the Earth by Jules Verne (narrated by Tim Curry)

In/Spectre #2

The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt (in progress)

The Poisoner's Handbook ed. Raymond T. Bond

[tafadhali]

@jeaniefranklins tagged me to share my top 9 first watches of 2023!

I always do a lot of catching up on new releases in January and February, but here are some favorites from last year — 8 that were easy to pin down and then a short film I adored because I couldn't choose between like 10 other feature films.

Mulholland Drive (dir. David Lynch, 2001)

Poor Things (dir. Yorgos Lanthimos, 2023)

Taylor Mac's 24-Decade History of Popular Music (dir. Rob Epstein and Jeffrey Friedman, 2023)

Killers of the Flower Moon (dir. Martin Scorsese, 2023)

M (dir. Fritz Lang, 1931)

The Boy and the Heron (dir. Hayao Miyazaki, 2023)

May December (dir. Todd Haynes, 2023)

Cléo from 5 to 7 (dir. Agnès Varda, 1962)

One Week (dir. Buster Keaton and Edward F. Cline, 1920)

[gotankgo]

«Boston area - 5-7-76 - Ilsa, Harem Keeper of the Oil Shieks played the Boston area including Medford's Meadow Glen which had it with Cry Uncle and Relations.

The Three Houses Of Hell show including Last House on the Left was another ozoner must-see show in the area. Included in this set of screens was the Dedham and Starlite.

David F. Friedman's Johnny Firecloud was promoted with just the name in the Boston area with the other screen at the Meadow Glen showing it with Deep Thrust.

By that time, the visual ads for the Meadow Glen were replaced with word only blocks. The theaters which were connected to the Dedham had a better block that showed the Revere and VFW showing The Devil Within Her, Witchcraft '70. and Mark Of The Devil.»